Before we continue, I just want to explain again that this is not translation but MTL version. I hope there were a good samaritan out there who kindly pick this story.
Chapter 008
Ye Qingshui and Xie Tingyu didn’t say anything along the way. Ye Qingshui, who was disturbed by the muddy water, didn’t care what those educated youths thought of her, but Xie Tingyu said, "You just memorized it well, not a word less. Your memory is very good."He praised.
Xie Tingyu's shorthand ability is very strong, and when Ye Qingshui had just read three or four words, he felt familiar. Listening to it, she can really match the sentence he said one by one.
Ye Qingshui glanced at it and coughed authentically: "Mudan, Mazan, I have memorized that sentence many times."
In fact, where are so many geniuses in the world. After Xie Tingyu left that year, she looked at the motto he left behind day after day. She have memorized it many times, and it's like a stream. Because this is his motto.
"That's it." Xie Tingyu said with a smile.
"Yeah." Ye Qingshui waved his hand carelessly.
Ye Qingshui was thinking about how to calculate rations with Xie Tingyu. The family is as big as rice and noodles, as small as oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, many of which are purchased by him. Ye Qingshui ate this soft meal, always not eating well. Especially Xie Tingyu's soft rice. Because she earned money today, she just happened to have money to pay off her debts.
When the two of them walked to the door of the house, Ye Qingshui broke the silence and said, " I— "
Xie Tingyu stared at her condescendingly, with a slight smile, " We will talk about it when we finish eating." The sky is big, it's about time to eat.
Ye Qingshui nodded and washed her hands to eat. When she sat at the dinner table, grandma and mother saw that everyone was there, and they lowered their chopsticks and moved towards the fragrant meat dishes.
This is called stuffed mushrooms. The mushrooms are stuffed with minced meat. In order to increase the freshness, Ye Qingshui I also chopped carrots, lotus roots and eggplants.
The fat has been steamed long ago, and it is oily in the juice, and the essence is melted in the mushroom head.
Although the wild mushrooms in the mountains are small, they taste delicious.
Every time Xie Tingyu ate one, he could feel the juice overflowing from the mushrooms. It was hot and fresh. No wonder Ye Qingshui would rush him home for dinner. It doesn't have such a good taste when it's cold.
Although there is not much meat, it is not as satisfying to eat at home, but the feeling between eating it and not eating it is even more memorable.
Ye Ma wiped her mouth after eating, the oil on her mouth made her feel happy.
But she didn't know that today's two meals were entirely the result of her daughter's hard work.
She murmured in her heart. Since her daughter got married, many people in the brigade have envied them for choosing such a rich son-in-law.
The son-in-law allows them to eat meat during the holidays, and eat a meal of rice and expensive noodles every other time. It really hit a good marriage.
Ye Ma was a little guilty, if only Shuiya could give Xiao Xie a fat baby sooner! So she took care of all the housework at home, and urged the young couple to go back to the house and have a nice day after dinner.
Ye Qingshui went back to the house with Xie Tingyu in embarrassment with the eyes of his mother who had written "promoting birth".
Ye Qingshui coughed, and then said: "The rice grains at home still have to be counted for you. This is the money that is owed to you."
She still has some savings, and the only thing that is bad is the bills. Ye Qingshui borrowed Xie Tingyu's pen, calculated a few accounts, and then handed it to Xie Tingyu.
Xie Tingyu looked at the profile of Ye Qingshui bending down on the table to settle the accounts, two big black braids fell from her cheeks, her eyes were very focused when she kept the accounts.
Ye Qingshui used her pen-holding posture like a primary school student and carefully listed them one by one. The rice, flour, pork, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar were written clearly, and surprisingly, she wrote quite accurately. Like three and a half catties of rice, two catties of flour, even the oily half.
This is an acquired talent. Some chefs have hands like a weighing mound, and you know how heavy the ingredients are.
To be able to write down such a clear bill, one has to sigh: This country woman is really real, and she is really picking.
After Xie Tingyu finished reading it, he only found it interesting. Because he saw the pain in the little girl's eyes clearly.
Ye Qingshui painfully took out a number of bills and a piece of Sanmao and gave Xie Tingyu. Today she had nine cents left from selling the steamed buns. She had to pay the three cents to pay Xie Tingyu's debt.
She had a little savings before, and Xie Tingyu had no money to pay back because she had no bills.
Xie Tingyu didn't put the money in his eyes, he put the money and tickets back into Ye Qingshui's pocket casually.
"No, these are rewards for cooking for me."
Xie Tingyu put his fingers into Ye Qingshui's pocket. Although he didn't touch her, he gently pulled, and the light touch of the fabric made Ye Qingshui was stunned on the spot
. After holding back for a long time, she become irritated.
"What are you doing?I owe you this. Take it."
"I said, I don't want it." The man's voice was faint, but his tone was faint. It cannot be rejected.
Xie Tingyu coughed lightly, "It's my turn."
"You are very smart, I want to ask you, if you have the opportunity to continue to learn cultural knowledge, would you like it?"
Ye Qingshui hummed after hearing this sentence, of course she knew she was smart. Her cleverness is a kind of deadly cleverness. She can do it twice, three or four times, hundreds of times, and persevere.
Xie Tingyu had also mentioned studying with her in his previous life, but he asked her in an almost indifferent tone.
In order to please the person she likes, Ye Qingshui certainly nodded with full of strength.
During the days when Xie Tingyu was tutoring and studying, it was so dark. While her heart was as sweet as drinking sugar water, he crammed knowledge and screamed in her head.
At that time, Ye Qingshui would get up at five o'clock in the morning every day to recite Chinese, and in the afternoon, the brigade would come back to write arithmetic exercises after finishing the work. Occasionally, Xie Tingyu would intersperse and teach her a little musical instrument.
Like all the ignorant girls falling in love, she was ecstatic every day, wishing that he would stay, but he still left in the end.
He probably disliked her for being too slow and too stupid to stand it. He couldn't help "pointing to her" back then.
The knowledge he taught her should also be used as a remedy for the divorce. Even when he left, he encouraged her to study hard and take the university entrance examination, and said to her, "A woman with knowledge will lead a more comfortable life."
Ye Qingshui recalled it, and looked at the person in front of her. The first half of her life was really simple, enthusiastic of love, and the result is terrible, so this kind of relationship is enough once.
Xie Tingyu looked at the little girl with a faint smile.
That look, as if looking at another person through him.
Xie Tingyu coughed lightly
"Look at what I am doing, you nod if you like. Teachers are readily available. Although those educated youths speak awkwardly, they are quite real. People need to learn more cultural knowledge to get out of the original shackles. Pursue a higher realm of thought."
As soon as his voice fell, he heard the little girl answer in a crisp voice: "Okay!"
Ye Qingshui agreed without thinking. She also wants to take the college entrance examination next year.
Although she learned a lot of things in bits and pieces later on, she didn't go to university seriously, and she was a bit regretful after all.
With the teacher Xie Tingyu as an excuse for covering up, she was a self-taught elementary school student, and she did not attract attention.
In her previous life, Xie Tingyu was a talented student who was admitted to a key university with high scores. As a teacher, his level is definitely higher than that of the county's high school teachers.
Xie Tingyu saw that she was so willing to move forward, so he went to turn over his old book.
He flipped through it for a long time before he found a book on Chinese, such as arithmetic, politics, geography, history, physical chemistry, and other necessary textbooks for elementary and middle school education He didn't have any.
However, Xie Tingyu's ability to carry Chinese books with him is also quite remarkable.
This is because on weekends, he often goes to the educated youth point to literate the third class of students and enlighten the children in the commune by the way. He bought this book from a bookstore in the city.
Xie Tingyu handed the book to Ye Qingshui. Ye Qingshui's eyes were watery, and she stared at it for a long time.
"I...I really appreciate you."
I hope Xie Tingyu's men will show mercy!
After turning a page casually, Ye Qingshui felt an oncoming sense of suffocation. She didn't really like studying before, and she dropped out of school early because of her poor performance in Chinese language!
Xie Tingyu couldn't help laughing when he saw her drooping eyes.
He said, "Go to the table over there and sit down. From today on, you have to say thank you to the teacher. To be my student, you must look like a student."
Ye Qingshui hesitated, but still sat down quickly. Arrived at Xie Tingyu's desk. Sitting in his position exclusively for cultural people.
Xie Tingyu said: "You read to me, and if you don't know it, you skip it. After reading it, tell me what it says."
Ye Qingshui began to read, "The swallow is gone, and there will be a time when the willow will be withered. Now, there will be times when it will be green again; when the peach blossoms have faded, there will be times when they will bloom again.
Her voice has a slight accent, but it is not heavy, at least not as heavy as the accent in the brigade. When reciting prose in Mandarin, there is a soft tone of a southern girl.
However, Xie Tingyu rectified a few pronunciations for her honestly, "This is ying, not yin. This is the tongue, shi, not si."
... In the middle of the night, Ye Qingshui, who was exhausted physically and mentally, was lying on the bed. She take time to think about her own speculative cause.
Next time she goes to the black market, what kind of food will she make to sell. Because of the flour, she still tends to make buns that save trouble.
Although her plain steamed buns sell quickly, customers can't afford it if they sell more expensively.
There are not many rich people these days, and hard-earned money is spent more carefully. Housewives in towns are better at accounting than rural folks! They can split a penny into two.
It would be great if it were meat buns, but the meat in the store was too expensive.
Before Ye Qingshui went to sleep, she thought of this in a daze, and suddenly her mind flashed, and she thought of something.
She quickly turned over and crept out of the house. She fumbled around in the warehouse and took out a broken net.
Ye Qingshui used her ability to be diligent and thrifty. It took half an hour to dismantle the entire net, connect the broken thread, and reassemble it.
In summer, when the rice blossoms, the fluffs fall into the quagmire to make the soil rich in nutrients, which often attracts crabs and loaches.
Every year, the members are miserable by these things, and the children in the brigade will go to the ridge to catch loach crabs when they are free.
The crab near the river is big and plump, the crab meat is firm, the crab yellow is fat and oily...cough cough, although it is not yet autumn, it is quite fat.
Country folks in the 1970s didn't know how to eat shrimps and crabs, and they didn't know its beauty, but it was a real treasure after many years.
At night, the crabs in the pool would crawl up to the shore. When a light hits it, it will swarm up clumsily.
Ye Qingshui kept thinking about it, not even thinking about pork, and the speed of weaving the net in her hand was getting faster and faster.
The author has something to say:
Little Theater:
Mr.Life: After making a friend label and a sister label, another student label is added.
The onlookers watched how Brother Yu fulfilled his duties and worked tirelessly to set a flag for himself.
Contribute to the slap in the face!
Brother Yu: "..."
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